Ghost Codes 018
For the next few nights Break could not sleep properly. Dreams would lull him, only to drag him back awake. The dead singer whispered, always on the edge of hearing.
He could take no more. He left his room and went up to the roof of the block. All was dark, the streets empty. He felt the ghosts as tingles on his skin.
Was this his true calling, to be a guide for Dixie, nothing more than a compass? A waste of his gifts, surely, but what else could he do?
In dreams he caressed the neonglow air with glittering feathers, taking flight across the Haze Towns. Joining with his brethren…
Renegade angels working the night sky, buzzing with fire at their wingtips, all the scattered songs theirs for the taking.
Break opened his eyes. He felt he could step off from the building’s lip and ride the updrafts, floating easy with arms outstretched.
Was he dreaming now? His feet moved closer to the edge.